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There must be some kind of way out of here Said the joker to the thief There’s too much confusion I can’t get no relief Businessmen there – they drink my wine Plow men dig my earth None will level on the line Nobody of it is worth – Hey!

No reason to get excited The thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke but huh But you and I we’ve been through that And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now The hours getting late – Hey!

All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Bare-foot servants too, but huh Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl – Hey!